The Clan Master Can t possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Chapter 389: Planting Fire Dragon Fruit, The Enemy Approaches (Five Updates)

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The Nishang Palace Master, Xu Yunbing, and others looked at the records in the ancient book and discovered that there were as many as hundreds of branches similar to the Nishang Palace just in the Southern River Basin alone.

However, most of them had been destroyed.

The main reason was that the Blood Demon Hall did not dare to be too ostentatious, thus, the branches they established were only High Ranked Sects, with just one Element Gathering Realm cultivator stationed there, and their forces numbering only one to two hundred people—not very large in scale.

Such powers would be overthrown when encountering even slightly stronger enemies, and naturally, they did not last long.

“According to the records in the ancient books, similar branches generally only recruited female disciples, and they required them to be young and beautiful.”

“Of course, some powers only recruited male disciples, requiring them to be strong and sturdy, with handsome and balanced features, also to be cultivated as Furnace Cauldrons.”

“These damn Blood Demon Hall, using such methods to strengthen themselves, slowly eating away at our Southern River Basin, it’s simply vicious!”

The women present, looking at the records in the ancient book, were so angry that they almost bit their teeth to pieces, their fists clenched tightly, and their nails deeply embedded into their tender flesh.

“What’s the use of being angry?”

Ye Feng sat down on the chair, drinking tea, as if he had just exploded an Element Gathering Realm Fifth Level with a single punch, and it wasn’t worth any emotional fluctuation.

Upon hearing this, the Nishang Palace Master and others gave a bitter smile.

The Blood Demon Hall was a Three-Star Force with Divine Origin Realm Great Powers at the helm, even the County King City did not dare provoke them, so why was Ye Feng so calm?

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Could it be that he, too, was a Divine Origin Realm Great Power?

“Sect Master Ye, you must stand up for us!” The Nishang Palace Master immediately knelt before Ye Feng, seeking his help.

Without Ye Feng, relying solely on the strength of the Nishang Palace, there would be no chance of resisting against the colossal Blood Demon Hall.

“Nishang Palace is a force of our Whitefloat City, and Whitefloat City is a city under our Misty Sect, how could I, as the sect leader, tolerate others shitting on my head?”

Ye Feng set down the teacup, “Today’s matter ends here, I will take my leave now.”

Swish!

He rose into the air, becoming a streak of light as he flew away into the distance.

The people of Nishang Palace stood there, anxious and frightened.

“Palace Master, do you think Sect Master Ye will back us up?” The many female disciples were very anxious, fearing that Ye Feng would not lend a hand when it mattered most.

“Sect Master Ye is upright and keeps his promises, he never abandons the people around him. As long as we, Nishang Palace, remain loyal to the Misty Sect, he will definitely not ignore this matter,” said the Nishang Palace Master as she took a deep breath.

In fact, she also had no confidence in her heart.

But, to stabilize the people’s minds, she could only say so.

Misty Peak.

Ye Feng was seated in his place.

He rubbed his brow, drank a cup of Happy Water, and looked towards the table beside him, only to find it already empty.

So, he walked toward the edge of a nearby cliff.

Jia Yulan and Yan Ruyu, holding hoes, had dug five pits at the edge of the cliff, and drew in some Spiritual Spring Water to keep the pits continuously moist.

In the pits, branches of the Thousand-Year Fire Dragon Fruit Tree had already been planted.

Before leaving the underground sea world, the Chief of the Sea People Tribe had chopped five branches from the main trunk of the Thousand-Year Fire Dragon Fruit Tree and given them to Huo Yunjie.

And now, they had been planted by Jia Yulan and Yan Ruyu.

Under the nourishment of Life Spirit Force, the five branches had already sprouted roots and began to grow. It wouldn’t be long before they bore fruit.

As for whether the medicinal effects were as good as the original, Ye Feng could not guarantee.

“Sect Master, you’re here. We’ve just planted the five Fire Dragon Fruit branches, and they’ve already taken root,” said Yan Ruyu, who immediately trotted over with her hoe, grinning at him with a beaming smile.

“Good work.” Ye Feng gave a playful scrape on her nose tip, nodded his head at Jia Yulan, then looked around to discover many more saplings in the vicinity.

These were grown from seeds found inside the Fire Dragon Fruits.

Compared to branch cultivation, growth from seeds was slower, but in the future, the saplings could be transplanted to various places.

Moreover, they had greater potential.

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To the south of the Southern River Basin, adjacent to the Barren Desert, was a stretch of Gobi Desert.

In this place, there was a ruined temple.

Inside lived a savage tiger with the cultivation of a Lower Rank Demon General Peak, which devoured all living beings that passed within a hundred miles.

No one knew that this tiger demon was not born wild, but rather the gate-keeping Spiritual Beast of a branch of the Blood Demon Hall.

Deep underground.

Crack!

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A soul lamp shattered.

The lamp keeper furrowed his brow and reported the news.

Soon after, five humanoid puppets clad in ancient armors strode out of the ruined temple, followed by a one-eyed, gray-haired elder.

“After verification, Wu Wukai was killed at the Nishang Palace of Whitefloat City… To lay a hand on an elder of the Blood Demon Hall, ha! Today, we’ll annihilate all the forces there!”

The gray-haired elder had a hunched figure, but he emanated a horrifying aura that made one’s heart tremble, as if he could split the heavens and crush the skies.

“Depart, and flatten Whitefloat City!”

The elder pointed in the direction of Whitefloat City, and the five humanoid puppets immediately soared into the sky, rapidly hurtling towards their destination.

As for the elder, after taking a puff from his dry pipe, he leisurely followed, his eyes twinkling with a cold gleam.

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Whitefloat City.

Gong Qingqiu hovered in midair, continuously dropping middle-grade talismans, some merging into the air, some sinking into the ground, and some affixing to the city walls.

Before long, over a hundred talisman papers were all used up.

“Activate the city shield!”

Gong Qingqiu formed hand seals with both hands and instantly released a hundred strands of True Yuan, each flowing into the talismans.

Puff!

They began to burn, turning into beams of colorful light that intersected with other beams in midair, forming into a hemispherical shield with a diameter of fifty li, enveloping the entire Whitefloat City.

Apart from keeping gates open on the east, south, west, and north sides, the rest of the city was temporarily encased in a shield—indestructible to anyone below the third level of the Element Gathering Realm.

“Finally finished setting it up!”

Gong Qingqiu wiped the sweat from her forehead, admiring the half-meter-thick, transparent shield she had created with satisfaction.

But at that moment, five humanoid puppets wearing ancient armors flew in from the south, one of them swelling in size to a hundred meters tall, and stomping down with a foot.

Crack!

The newly erected shield fractured, a large portion shattering to pieces.

Gong Qingqiu, looking at the broken area, instantly let out a rage, turning to glare coldly at the puppet that had attacked, and with a flicker of her form, she unleashed the”Mystical Spirit Catalogue”. Numerous water swords cleaved from the painting, reducing it to rubble.

The humanoid puppets possessed the strength of High-Rank Demon Generals.

However, against a furiously enraged Gong Qingqiu, they stood no chance, especially when they were bound by the vines within the world of the painting scroll.

“Kill her!”

A cold and aged voice emanated from one of the humanoid puppets, spreading instantly throughout all of Whitefloat City.

Even Ye Feng, far away on Misty Peak, heard the commotion.

“Eh, they’ve arrived so soon?”

Ye Feng stood up, a spatial compass appearing in his palm.

He surmised that it must be members of the Blood Demon Hall who had arrived.

“Wow, we can start the fight now!” Hu Feifei shouldered her Explosive Stick, immediately entering her First Combat State, and then, also entered her Second Combat State.

“Hold on, it’s not your turn to take action yet.” Ye Feng stopped Hu Feifei.

She was currently Misty Sect’s strongest combat force, not to be deployed lightly.

“Hmph!” Hu Feifei, learning she couldn’t join the fight, pouted slightly in displeasure.

Above Whitefloat City.

The remaining four humanoid puppets joined forces to form a killing array, attacking Gong Qingqiu.

“Humph, minor tricks!”

Gong Qingqiu scoffed coldly, forming hand seals, and the world created by the “Mystical Spirit Catalogue” unleashed again. Tens of vines burst forth, like tendrils, wrapping all the puppets.

Then, tens of water swords were cleaved forth.

In the sight of nearly two million souls of Whitefloat City, the remaining four puppets, comparable to High-Rank Demon Generals, were also sliced into fragments.

This spectacle left all onlookers in the city in awe.

“All hail the City Lord!”

Swiftly, a million city dwellers cheered loudly.

Gong Qingqiu’s popularity surged instantaneously.

“So you are the City Lord of Whitefloat City, at the sixth level of Element Gathering Realm—quite higher than the rumors had it. But alas, even with your level of cultivation, you are nothing before me!”

A cold and domineering aged voice seemed to come from all directions, piercing into everyone’s ears, causing considerable panic.

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